Militant Zen

I used to have these little fantasies about fucking off to the mountains of Japan, living in a monastery, and studying Aikido for a couple of years. Getting all Zen and shit.

After my performance last night, I am thinking that perhaps I ought to just be committed to a monastic asylum with a bunch of militant, Zen psycho-therapists, and forcibly turned into a meditative, vegetative, little knot of emotionless drivel.

Certainly better than fucking up weeks of good work, by hurling abuse about.